Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Allison Watson

Jocelyn was about to rub her throbbing chest, moving her hand up and trying to back away when she was pulled back into Allison by the hair. One eye closed, and grunting as she was pulled into the woman, their bodies pressing up and cauasing her cheeks to redden even through the pain and humiliation.

And then Allison wrapped her hands around her throat and actually lifted her off the ground. Jocelyn's eyes went wide and she began to gag and squirm, her knees bouncing off Allison's thighs as she reached up and grabbed Allison's wrists. Her eyes screwed downward to look at Allison. Worry permeated them, but there was anger bubbling inside of her too. Her hands lifted off of Allison's wrists and shakily shot out and aimed to claw at Allison's eyes. Hopefully that would get her to let go.

Allison bared her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and turned her head away from Jocelyn's claws. This little one was nothing if not feisty, fighting back any way she could while choking up there in the air. Allison intended to remove her feisty attitude and see if there was anything left afterward.

"Honestly, dear..." Allison breathed, annoyed.

Until Jocelyn's attack on her eyes, Allison had been quite enjoying the feeling of the little girl choking, panic slowly beginning to creep in as it always did, and the feeling of her bare thighs against her stomach as her legs squirmed and the hem of her dress hung up on Allison's clothes. With that moment having been ruined for her, Allison dropped Jocelyn back down to the mat.

Jocelyn was thankful to be released by Allison as she was never a fan of being choked. She did not fall to her butt. Despite her attitude and desire to use power instead of finesse on this posh whore, Jocelyn was quite graceful. Even under the duress of suffocation she was able to fall into a crouch. She brought one hand to her neck and began to rub while choking and coughing but desperation told her that she couldn't simply rest and while she tried to recover, she pushed off her knees to try and drive her head up in between Allison's thighs or her stomach or abdomen. At the moment she wasn't concerned with placement, she just needed an attack that pushed Allison off of her. She needed time to recover and regain her hatred and the offensive and she couldn't with Allison baring down on her.

Allison was unprepared for Jocelyn's reckless attack, it came faster than she would've thought, but it only meant that there was plenty of fight in this girl and that pleased her. The worst kind of match is one over too soon, and it appeared she needn't worry about that.

Jocelyn's head collided with her stomach, and Allison grunted with the impact and then gasped. She clamped her hands down on the sides of the smaller girl's head and twisted to the side, dumping the girl on the mat behind her while she was still off balance.

"Please, recover your composure." Allison said dryly. "I trust I've not hurt you too badly yet?" Looking down at the stumbling girl, she could not have been more pleased that she chose to fight in a dress. It was so completely inappropriate, so indulgent it was almost decadent. For one of them, at least. Allison straightened her vest and pulled it back down to her waist, allowing only the slimmest line of skin to show on her abdomen.

Jocelyn grunted as she was shoved and rolled away from Allison, hoping up to her feet. She glared at Allison with hate in her eyes. Still smirking and acting so much better than her. Her fists clenched even tighter even as she panted hard, like she had just run a marathon.

"F-Fuck you, cunt." Jocelyn growled. Her hatred was fueling her enough and she let out an angry growl and charged back at Allison.She pulled back her fist to fake a punch and when she got close enough, swung her leg up to try and aim a kick between Allison's legs.

Allison calmly watched Jocelyn with a faint smirk. The girl was nearly out of control, fuming and panting and red-faced, which suited Allison perfectly. She relished in Jocelyn's outpouring or raw emotion, it made her confident, and it would inevitably lead to Jocelyn's collapse.

Jocelyn charged at her and she didn't need to think about what to do. She kicked her heel straight out at her stomach to intercept her charge, and with Allison's much longer limbs Jocelyn would run into her foot before any of her strikes could land. The simplest course of action was almost always the best in these cases, she would take her time with Jocelyn soon but for now she needed only to beat her up as easily as possible and establish her dominance.

Jocelyn was enraged. She was already a very angry young girl but Allison had set her off and now she was hulking around the ring like some rampaging beast. Actually, Allison had nothing to do with Jocelyn's current situation butt he more that Allison made a fool of her, the easier it was for Jocelyn to turn Allison into a scapegoat. The more Allison smirked and talked down to her, the more singular the responsibility of Jocelyn's problems became because of Allison's actions.

Jocelyn had thought, as she charged at Allison, that she had a pretty ingenious plan faking a punch. In a more lucid state, she could certainly devise a better strategy but her tactical prowess was hampered by her blood lust. She crashed into Allison's foot and her eyes widened as she was impaled. She dropped to her knees and began coughing but dug her fingernails into Allison's calf. If she wanted the leg back, she'd have to pull it out as if she'd stepped into an unforgiving brier patch as Jocelyn felt her only choice to get anything she desired was to dig her claws as deeply as she could into Allison's leg.

But even as she gasped and coughed, she sputtered a hideous growl at Allison. More like an animal as she brought her contemptuous gaze at the posh Brit and plunged her head forward.

"Grahh!"

The noise was guttural as she tried to sink her teeth into Allison's thigh. Fuck the rules. The ref could ring that bell all day long, she wanted to hurt Allison and she was rabid enough to sink as low as she could to mange it.

Allison scowled. People always seemed to want to scuff up her lovely legs, and she didn't appreciate it. Jocelyn's nails, while they hurt, certainly wouldn't slow her down. She was reaching down for the girl's hair when she bit her.

"Ah!" She gasped. Her eyes bulged, her hands clenched momentarily from the shock of it, and there was a moment of indecision where she didn't want to just put Jocelyn's head away for fear of her leaving ugly marks. Her composure returned quickly, and her scowl with it, and she reached up high with both hands, cupping them, and swung down with all her strength to slam them over Jocelyn's ears.

Jocelyn was like a ferocious beast who had been given a juicy stake when she sunk her teeth into Allison's creamy thigh. In many way, it was more delicious and satisfying than an actual steak. She bet down, hearing the slight yelp. It wasn't enough. Jocelyn bit harder. She wanted to leave a mark to make Allison bleed. Whatever she had in mind, if Allison wanted to pry Jocelyn off her, she'd have to do it at the cost of her firm and sexy- no, her ugly old varicose covered leg.

Jocelyn was expecting blows to the head but when Allison slammed her ears, Jocelyn's eyes widened and her grip loosened. A trail of saliva rolled down Allison's leg as Jocelyn was separated from her precious dinner, falling onto her butt in a daze as she tried to shake away the ringing in her head, slobbering a bit like some uncouth beast. If she could see herself now, even she might be disgusted by what was there.

Allison couldn't let her off that easy, she quickly pressed her attack. She Seized Jocelyn's hair and threw a hard knee up at her face, intent on causing enough damage to punish the girl for what she'd done, or tried to do.

A quick inspection of her leg showed that she didn't manage to break skin. Good. "Madam, you are a bit of a waste. Such wonderful raw materials, and this is what you do with them? It is unfit for a strong woman to act like a dog." Allison said derisively. "Though clearly you are in need of some instruction before you can be called a 'strong' woman. Don't worry, I will help you. Stand up." She commanded, not by raising her voice, but simply by expecting the girl to do as she said.